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| Everybody here knows some tail with talent removing pins from the donkey. |
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Cities Aviv - Digital Lows (Fat Sandwich; 2011)
Casey Anthony - Mommy Chloroform
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| Whatever we drank, dear child, belongs down the kitchen sink where sick and sweet blossoms retreat. |
Action Bronson -Dr. Lecter (Fine Fabric Delegates; 2011)
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| Tinted limo windows shatter to our masks whenever ladies stimulate the bell. |
Bon Iver - Bon Iver (4AD / Jagjaguwar; 2011)
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| Weak mice never seem to shut the cage in time for the cougar of our happiest night-lives. |
Unknown Mortal Orchestra - Unknown Mortal Orchestra (Fat Possum; 2011)
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| Distant radios warm some lies over a strudel rushing between strawberry bridges. |
WU LYF - Go Tell Fire to the Mountain (L Y F; 2011)
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| Let me in the wilderness of your wallet so that these moss children will feed us our senses. |
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Kent Odessa - "Getaway," single from upcoming Pleasuredome LP
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| Focus today on the getaway if we are ever to unlock the straightjackets and reveal the cheetah-skin bikinis. |
Eddie Vedder - Ukulele Songs (Monkeywrench; 2011)
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| Evenly flowing the tide with a little guitar ... and scruffy, as if algae was a thought to make earrings into mold. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Widespread Panic
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| When the moon drops into the lake, you will find us underwater following a melody through a weasel unto the lizard queen. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - The Strokes
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| Animals on T.V. keep singing until the feather and cotton fields cover us in the darkness of our leather jackets. |
Friday, June 17, 2011
Bonnaroo 2011 - Robert Plant
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| We meet at the hotel when the doll looks confused and the daze keep rushing by like the mushroom cloud of the stink bug. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Gregg Allman
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| I'll leave a candle out at midnight so can you find your way to and from the severed head-shaped tree. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Daniel Lanois's Black Dub
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| Slash your guitar's tires for a shady dip by a wolfish moon. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Smith Westerns
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| Someone thought you were a girl and the moon ... the moon: it crystallized like dirt. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - STS9
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| My footsteps, your fingernails ... or what about that old rocker where ghosts used to sit. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - String Cheese Incident
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| Mysterious were the ways the crowd spun a golden tale through a golden hair. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Gogol Bordello
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| Neon polyester is only clean as a whistle when the midnight train flexes its iron pecs. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Dr. John
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| Once the mules left the cabinet, I decided to put my alligator arms back on to confront the right place at the wrong time. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Buffalo Springfield
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| Liberation sprung the helm of the world into a jack-in-the-box crackerjack prize down by the river. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - The Black Keys
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| Tighten up the security because this fellow's squirrely finger is soloing till it hurts me. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Bootsy Collins & The Funk University
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| Leaf bathing suits blow off wherever the alien spaceships hover silently. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Loretta Lynn
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| Hanging my wings on your horns turns my halo to thorns whenever our shadows cast past this sacred bed sheet. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Devotchka
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| Lie to me because the rouge is too much paint and all the clowns are jokers in disguise. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Black Uhuru
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| Sleepy sorrow sings as the rains tear apart another rainbow from our day's irises. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Deer Tick
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| Tick bites walked a longways back as the packers showed their hearts to a secretive dawn. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - The Low Anthem
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| Wake up the robins as the morning clashes these bright bruises with your sweetheart's unlit fuses. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Lil Wayne
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| The floating mixtape explodes as the rushing blood by shark feet tells the clock to hold on a sec. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - The Black Angels
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| Snake shadows surround the pigeons in the alley pecking for the passed-out beggars. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Arcade Fire
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| Ian Curtis knows that somewhere these birds are chirping ash clouds beside the fireworks on train tracks. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Primus
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| Somewhere in the basement lies these bass strings all tangled in spiderwebs where you tickled the first hairy monster. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - My Morning Jacket
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| Soul hooks cook in the shimmering love-glance of pleasured spines. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Florence and The Machine
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| Nightingales spilled coffee in our Trocchi books as the machines with nose rings glared a permissive warning. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Wanda Jackson
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| Elvis knew yells from the bones as well as any bloody-knuckled hellfire that could ever be named by Gene. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Atmosphere
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| Bartenders lean forward to reveal the tattoos you used to spy dancing on the ceiling with the Moon Dolphins while Death knocked the lion. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - The Sword
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| We stepped on grapes and left our records in the sun as the riffs burned our fingers till the day was done. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Bela Fleck & the Flecktones
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| Suns beat our backpacks and straw hats to a single rubber but Wooten bass-slapped every woe to wonder |
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Bonnaroo 2011 - Deerhunter
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| No one cares for me or any of my company but my imaginary friends in our last hologram helicopter. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - The Walkmen
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| My velvet glove slipped into the parlor just as the coffee flood dropped its anchor. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Band of Skulls
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| Damn this saccharine gasoline of the teasing flamelight while my born-ordered, short-fused bride imprints. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Best Coast
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| Lazily daydreaming was the little girl who dreamed of boys like you somewhere beneath the casing. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - School of the Seven Bells
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| All drums climbed ladders as the band chained together some small offering. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Karen Elson
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| Graveyards take this right until all ways lead backwards through a stretched-out swamp. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Chris Harford and the Band of Changes
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| Delicate nights below the aquarium of what we ate coming to trail us. |
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